Yes, as all the other comments will tell you, this is an absurd, bizarre film, with Jesus in a purple zoot suit parachuting into the old west and some strange religious allegory going on that I never manage to piece together. However - what amazes me every time I watch it (and I've watched it a couple dozen times) is how visually sumptuous it is, how lovingly the scenery and characters are fondled by the camera in this crude, weird story. Describing what happens doesn't really do it justice, because it ends up being more than the sum of its parts. I first saw it in a theater in 1975, never forgot it, and when it came out on DVD I really fell in love with it. Some of my cult favorites like Eraserhead have faded a little over the years, but this one continues to astonish me every time.
Review of Greaser's Palace
